Have been out of Bangladesh for 2 months now. Looking forward to returning next week. Here’s a little something I wrote recently on the subject…

As the plane banked over Dhaka and roared out into the December night, I looked out of the window at the millions of flickering, pulsing golden lights below, sinking further and further away from me. Each one represented a family home, an office, a factory, and around each of these buzzing bulbs, relationships, hopes and despairs, loves and antipathies fluttered like moths. But as we hurtled upwards, they shrank into silent sparks, then were finally lost in lapping waves of darkness. My head sank back against the seat, and a strange sound escaped my lips. When I played it back in my mind, I realised it was a small sigh.

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